Triggering: My Ballad

[icegirl]

Born to a couple of
high school sweet hearts,
I was the second
of two bastards,
unplanned "surprises"
that took some
getting used to.

I witnessed fights,
verbal and fist,
from Mom and Dad
that made me cry
until my face was pink,
my breathing hard,
my eyes dry and stinging,
my nose gross.

The bottles haunt me,
full of odorous liquid,
reminiscent of Dad's bad days,
when he would drink them all.

When they split,
I knew it would be
a splotch,
red and ugly,
on my already iffy childhood.

I slept with eyes open,
ears attuned
to my dad's secret sobs,
and my mom's squeaking bed,
in their separate houses.

And then the flames came,
claimed an innocent stoner,
and made us think.

I dream in crimson and gold,
tendrils reaching
from the farthest depths of my mind
and trying to claim me
like they did the stoner.

They're winning,
grasping hold of me,
so that I burn,
suffocating in their arms
as I live.

I may not have died
in that divorce
or that fire,
but the old me did.
Like a phoenix,
rebirthed in flame,
a new me rose,
with one goal:
putting itself out of its misery.

It takes everything I have
not to give in
and jump.

[Christian_girl_4ever]

wow, amazing work, you have talent. i hope to read more of your work.

[icegirl]

Thanks, I didn't even think it was that good.

[Dez]

This is really great. It tells me a story as I'm reading it.

[Void of Creation]

awesome. i write some poetry too, but that was truly awe inspiring. standing ovation everyone. give a round of hands for our poet laureate. cheers!

[MusicIsEverything]

I really like it I think you're a really good writer.